<I can address the itching too, now, if you like.>

<You really can't.>

<If you'd rather I didn't, I won't.>

<It will not stop itching while I still have a mind that is still missing memories and still qualifies as mine. I would not prefer to destroy myself for the sake of temporary comfort.>

<Anyway. Our employee's presence no longer serves a security purpose, so unless you find him pleasanter to talk to than me I can send him on his way.>

<No opinion.>

The elf gets up and inclines his head politely and departs.

<Are you still going to refer this problem to the local national government?>

<I'm not sure. It doesn't seem to be urgent to the point where I cannot calm down the students and find some more suitable place to put you than a girls' dormitory and get a night of sleep before trying to make spectacularly enormous decisions.>

<Direct me to some open sky somewhere that rains ocasionally.>

<In a couple of angles I will be able to teleport you above an ocean on the bottom of the world.>

<The world has a bottom?>

<It's a square.>

He occupies himself attempting to envision the topology involved. (He's not far off in terms of the shape of the planet, but has no idea how their day/night cycle might come about without a single defined up from which natural lights emanate.)

Since he doesn't ask, and seems to be amusing himself contemplating the physics on his own, Keo does not answer. In a while, she appears in the room and holds out her hand. "I need to touch you to teleport you there."

She teleports him to a location midair above an ocean. She begins to fall, but teleports away before getting close to the water.

Meanwhile, Promise is flying with a sackful of groceries through the air when the wind and gravity change on her very suddenly and she winds up upside-down and falling. "AAAAGH!"

...Arcane dives to catch her.

"I am wary of the implications of this not entirely unwelcome coincidence," says Arcane. "We are in a mortal world that I strongly suspect is different from the usual one. It's harmonically empty and contains several varieties of magic that don't work anything like ours. One of those varieties belongs to a mortal with seemingly near-arbitrary mental powers. I managed to make a legitimate mistake that let her wipe out all my Queenscourt orders before I had to conquer the planet for threat/resource reasons, but now she's reluctant to take the obvious next step. And she erased all local names from my memory. The absence itches."

Promise blinks and takes that in. "And then I found a tear that dropped me, uh, on you. How long have you been here?"

"Less than a day."

"Okay, I'm concerned. What's the mortal's hangup?"